Katarina falteringly put her hand in his, as he guided her to the edge of bed. The only sound heard was the quiet trickle of the remaining raindrops that were falling from the cusps of the mansion's exterior.

Her legs were weak and unsteady, causing her to wobble when standing up. Now letting go of his hand, she tottered as if she were learning how to walk for the second time. Stumbling on the carpets bump, she started to collapse.

Talon sped over to grasp a powerless Katarina. Looking down, he saw her in a cold sweat, but her beautiful emerald eyes were wide, staring. Her soft and sickly peach skin was stained with dried tears, and her flushed pink cheeks showed embarrassment for her weak actions. If this was the first time Talon saw her, he wouldn't have guessed that this dainty looking girl had slaughtered many in her past.

He brushed the hair away from her charming face to check how severe her fever was. Her forehead was like an oven.

"Kat.. Just a minute ago you seemed fine," Talon whispered.

Katarina just gazed up at him. She looked deep into his eyes, reading the emotions locked deep inside. He actually cares. He should have left by now. Her mouth was slightly parted as if she were going to say something, but kept mute. The moonlight glared through the window aiming for the two. It felt as if this moment lasted longer than it should, but Katarina absorbed every second of it.

"..Kat? Are you alright?"

Katarina covered her rosy face with the back of her hand, discomfited. She couldn't believe how weak she's gotten in as little as a few weeks. Katarina wasn't set for her father's disappearance, and questioning why something so abstract could twist to the completely opposite direction wasn't giving her any answers.